Maybe it's just me.
I'd like to think it isn't, but maybe it is. Except it's not. I'm sure of it. Stop me if the following sounds familiar. You think about something. Then you think about it some more. You decide you have something to say. In fact, you're certain you do. So you write it down -- or, more likely, you open your computer and hit the keys. You compose a draft -- as clearly, as concisely, as creatively as you possibly can. Then you walk away. And you come back a while later, take another look and are suddenly filled with self loathing. You say "What the F*$k was I thinking?" or something less vulgar, but equally self deprecating.
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